Like a shark.
The last few weeks have been busy, busy, busy and I am tired, so very tired.
The Pee Wee wrestling program is kicking my butt; last night I took team and individual pictures of all 69 kids. And, this was after I took delivery of, sorted, and distributed over 150 team tee-shirts and sweatshirts. All in the space of two hours.
My parents arrive today to spend the next several days with my offspring while Hugh and I fly to Orlando for the Spring Market. I haven’t packed yet. My house is a
pig-sty of epic proportions bit untidy. I have a million things to do at the store before I can even think of leaving and I need to run into town to purchase new athletic shoes so my poor mutated feet won’t suffer during hours of walking on hard concrete floors at the convention center.
Do you feel sorry for me yet?
When we get back from Orlando, I have volunteered to help organize the Youth Baseball program. The team draft will actually happen while we are away but my dad has
been drafted to volunteered to take the Man-Cub for us, so he won’t miss it. Hugh is coaching a team again this year so, it’s pretty certain which kids will be on our team but, we have to go through the motions anyway.
And, my woman’s club’s annual luncheon is just a few weeks away and I am the Publicity Chair which means that I need to get my tail in gear designing and printing the programs, playbill and table cards.
Suddenly, death doesn’t seem like such a bad option; at least I would get some rest.